Lala
Jacek Dehnel, Trans. Antonia Lloyd-Jones
"The house in Oliwa already looks different now. And when Granny dies—which will be soon, and I can write that with a tranquil mind, firstly because we’ve long since come to terms with the idea, and secondly she’s never going to read this anyway because she doesn’t read any more—the whole place will change out of all recognition."
On Writing a Short Story: ‘Everything is Always Happening, All the Time.’
Jamel Brinkley Talks to Brandon Taylor About His New Collection,
A Lucky Man
A Literal Hell Constructed for Children: Dina Nayeri on Family Separation
"What Happened to America’s Inner World?"
Combating the System (and Writerly Loneliness) with a Collective
At Kristiania's Monthly Salons, Where Politics and Literature Mix
Why I Became an Abortion Clinic Escort at 50
Wendy Rawlings on Volunteering at the West Alabama Women's Center
Nevada Days
Bernardo Atxaga, Trans. Margaret Jull Costa
"Reno is always silent, even during the day. The casinos are airtight edifices, carpeted inside, and no noise spreads beyond the rooms where the slot machines and the gaming tables stand in serried ranks."
Ottessa Moshfegh: I Worry I Say Too Much In Interviews
On the Genius of Whoopi Goldberg, the Nihilism of Nirvana and More
Why I Added, Then Deleted, Trump from My Novel
"These Additions, My Agent Noted, Were Not Very Good"
5 Writers, 7 Questions, No Wrong Answers
Jordy Rosenberg, Ingrid Rojas Contreras and More Take
the Lit Hub Author Questionnaire
Heid E. Erdrich on Putting Together New Poets of Native Nations
From the Introduction to a New Anthology of Indigenous Poets
Suicide Club
Rachel Heng
"The cake was a huge, tiered thing, painted with butter cream and decked with tiny red flowers, floating on a glass pedestal in the middle of the crowded room."
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